It used to be that I could go into Borders (before they went bust here) and have a selection of electronics magazines to chose from, some European, some US titles). Nuts and Volts, Elektor, Everyday Electronics ..... Heaven, I could even get a decent cup of coffee while I browsed. Very civilised.

Even WH Smiths used to stock Elektor. Now, nothing! My local WH Smiths stocks Carp-Ticklers weekly and Ferret Keeper monthly - but not an electronics magazine in sight.

Alright, some of the electronics magazines could be a bit quite Engineering heavy, which might reduce the potential readership, who spotted some maths in them. But really! Nothing - and I live in an aerospace dominated town!

Is it just me, or is there a gaping hole in the market over here for a Make Magazine type publication?

Or, am I just old fashioned for wanting to read a paper publication on the loo or in the bath?

It used to be that I could go into Borders (before they went bust here) and have a selection of electronics magazines to chose from, some European, some US titles). Nuts and Volts, Elektor, Everyday Electronics ..... Heaven, I could even get a decent cup of coffee while I browsed. Very civilised.

Even WH Smiths used to stock Elektor. Now, nothing! My local WH Smiths stocks Carp-Ticklers weekly and Ferret Keeper monthly - but not an electronics magazine in sight.

The nice people in WHSmiths will usually order any magazine in for you and put it to one side (usually in a filing cabinet next to the tills) if you ask them. Or have you considered taking out a subscription with the magazine? No more missed issues or trips to the local high street

I know when I as a student many years ago the main public libraries were always a good place to browse and read the latest magazines

Nostalgia Alert!

.. oh yes - I was a very un-cool teenager, I used to spend hours in Wolverhampton Central library reading Practical Wireless, and copying out the stripboard layouts and component lists! I did also fancy one of the library girls, but it didn't go anywhere, when I did finally pluck up the courage to ask her if she would accompany me to the local Wimpy (height of sophistication in late 1970's Wolverhampton) she very nearly laughed.